In the Meadow

When the mornings are cool, I sometimes drag a canvas to the middle of the meadow. There is a teepee stack there that I can use as a primitive easel. I stand awhile just soaking up the feeling of the day - enveloped by the grass, the sweeping clouds and the wind. It is as immediate as art gets. This is one piece from a series - "In the Meadow."

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